Catching Sparks

New school. New Town. No mom.
Welcome to the life of Jasper Hale. After losing his mom to Leukemia, Jasper is moved across the country to live with his crazy uncle. Jasper hates California, but soon finds himself chasing his dreams and Rylee Sparks.

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**Hey, This is my new novel. Well, kinda new... I had started it, then got a writer's block and that hindered it. There is cursing and swearing, there is also teen themes. Thanks, for reading ya'll!**
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Chapters:

Her
eyes. The incomparable blue hue of them was breathtaking, the
misterious glint, just added more beauty to them, if that is even
possible. I couldn't stop staring, even after she looked off to
the side. Her friends gave her an odd look and then glance up to
see me staring. They gave me looks of disgust anddisdain.
Now, it is my turn to look away.

I felt
like I had seen her before, but where?

The
bell rang signaling my first day of school at Columbus High
School for the musically gifted. I don't know how my uncle got me
in here without an audition, but whatever he did worked. My
uncle, Carson, is a good guy, he took me in after my mom passed
away last month to Leukemia. Uncle Carson lives out in Hollywood.
He is some sort of "big shot" producer. Most of the movies he has
produced suck, but hey, it helped pay for my mom's treatments
and now my everyday living, so I shouldn't complain. My uncle is
very supportive of my passions, like performing. I guess I must
be some kind of good, if they let me into school here.

They were all staring as I walked down the hallway. I don't know
if they could smell my fear or they could just tell I was new.
Almost every person slammed their locker and turned to look at me
as I walked past. Some of the glares I knew what they meant, I
have seen them a few too many times before. The "new kid" eye
scan, the"he must be gay,
with hair like that"look, and, my
favorite, the "go away dweeb"dismissiveglance.

School has never been easy for me. From being shoved into
lockers, constantly having my homework stolen, and the names. The
names were always the worst. I know, I know, sticks and stones
may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. Well, have you
ever spent all day being called"emo boy, asswipe,
gay, faggot."The worst is even
my teachers couldn't remember my name. When they need my
attention it was "Hey, ummm, pretty boy." or "Hey, kid over
there." My gym teacher even called me"faggot."Now do
you understand how words can hurt?

I
made it through all my morning classes just fine. They were just
the basic classes, like guitar 101, performance preparation, and
then private singing lessons, so nothing hard. Now lunch, that's
a different story. I didn't really make any friends in my first
classes. Looks like I will be eating alone at a table in the
back. I grab my lunch and begin towards the back. On my way to
the back, she and her friends step in front of me. "Get out of
the way loser." One of her friends say, then they burst into
giggles. She doesn't laugh, but just keeps her eyes locked on
mine. Her friends grab her arm and they go around me, with
whispers offaggot and
emoas they walk
by.

The
rest of the day flew by fast, mostly because I couldn't forget
how sad her eyes looked. They looked as if all the color had
drained out of them. They went from the gorgeous ocean blue to a
flat and lifeless gray. I didn't even know that was possible, but
my biggest question was: Why is she so sad?

The
rumor mill was going crazy. Rumors about me were flying, of
course, but I managed to pick out the reason she was sad. Rumor
had it, during second period shecaught her
boyfriend making out with the school slut,Camilla Black in
the girls basement locker room.

I
walk out to my 2013 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, that my uncle got
me so I would blend in with the "rich and famous" kids at my
school. I find it easily in the lot, with its bright blue color.
I hop in and crank up my music. I whip out of the school parking
lot and am on my way home, when I come to an immediate halt. Had
it been anyone, but her, I wouldn't have stopped. I put the car
in the park and jump out. She sits on the curb facing away from a
big iron gate, which I am assuming is the entry to a bigestate,
that might be her estate for all I know. It's surrounded by
bushes all trimmed neat, almost to perfection. The gate was
crawling with ivy thought, as if someone was too lazy to cut it
off. It was quite a stark contrast to the sleek bushes, but I
have to focus on her not the shrubbery.

"Are
you alright?" Blankly asking her what has her upset.

"Yeah,
just gotta let it sink in that my boyfriend really has been
cheating on me." She states flatly, sadness seeping from her
words.

"You
sound like you knew this already?"

"I
kinda saw it coming. He had been spending less time with me and
my friends said they saw him with someone else, but I didn't
believe them. He just seemed so perfect. You know? I guess you
don't, because you're a guy, but ya. Sorry, I'mbabbling,
not to mention I am raging to a complete stranger."

"I
don't mind. I'm Jasper, by the way.

"Rylee,
the pathetic and hopelessly romantic Sparks."

"Thats
quite the middle name." She giggles a bit at my charming
personality, or my stupid joke, nobody has solid evidence that it
wasn't me right? "but I do understand that. There are girls that
seem so perfect too, almost too perfect." Like you, I think
silently to myself. I don't know what it is about her that draws
me in so much, but I know I am falling for her and falling
hard.